Romans & histoires Denki In A Maid Outfit

I wanted to be pinned down. I wanted bruises on my hips and teeth on my neck. I wanted to be used like I was something to lose control over. And I tried everything. Every. Fucking. Thing. The maid outfit? Not the boring Halloween kind, the nasty one. Mesh black lace, a plunging neckline that showed off the tops of my nipples, and a skirt so short you could see my wax job. No panties. I served him dinner in it, heels clicking across the floor while I bent over the table, made sure he could see the curve of my ass, made sure he could smell how wet I was.

Otherwise, I would be tormented by the tightness of this stringy corset. Miss Lena pulled the ropes tightly so that they fit snugly against my body. My hair is braided and tied up high, so that my long neck is clearly visible. Even my shoulders were open which was only slightly covered with fine lace. If it was found out that I was dressed like this, Mas Suma would definitely object. But thankfully, this event is exclusively for women. After all, I'm going with the Great Madame. "Rani, my daughter-in-law, you are so beautiful!" shouted Great Madam seeing my make-up. She came shortly after I finished preparing.

"Go on, ask away," Maze looks me up and down. "Why are you wearing that?" I look down at my clothes and feel my cheeks flush. A smile tugs on my lips. I'm wearing a maid outfit, one that isn't sexualized in any kind of way. The sleeves are long, but the white ribbon is cute. I like this outfit a lot; I feel like a real maid with a purpose. Some of the hotel's guests have given me compliments for it too—one old man even called me pretty.

I put my phone aside, eventually and carefully peeled off my blouse and jeans as I squeezed my body into the maid uniform. Ever since I started earning money from Dominic, I started to gain a few pounds and bits of flesh in the right places, so the maid uniform started to fit me less and less. If I had continued to earn that type of case from him, by the following week, the uniform would be ripping, and it would be much harder to get on.

She pulled me toward her by grabbing both of my shoulders. I gave her a short nod and gave her a close look, "Remember what mom said, okay?" "When you're older, I want you to do whatever you want and take any job you want; as long as it makes you happy, that's good with me. But there's one thing: even if you're extremely strapped for cash, don't work as a maid, do you understand? Especially if your boss is a man." "Why? Eh, aren't you currently working as a maid? Honorable—"

I huffed, placing my head on the head maid’s shoulder as she was the one sitting next to me. And yeah, she wasn’t scary or anything! Though that might be because I kinda found her middle school photographs… traumatic ones where she had two pig-tails and wore some really questionably weirdly mismatched clothes. I mean, who wears a printed yellow T-shirt with a red knee-length skirt and purple leggings with white ankle-boots?! But I guess, everyone has their different taste in clothing… Good thing that they had a uniform for the maids here which stops her show of weirdness here!

I whispered to Blaze so he stares at me. “I think she’s right. She’s out of place, its good for her to have a tour in our packhouse.” Lenox agreed with me. His a big help, but his stares at me are sticky. “I can tour her!” I look around and saw a girl with her maid uniform. So, she is also a maid? “Okay, take care!” Blaze said and I smiled at him. Tsk. Sounds sweet, but I know its fake. It is only for the sake of the pretend.

It has been three days since Kyushu. Cai Kang is dressed in his Mao suit with a golden dragon embroidered on the entire top. This outfit was prepared in advance by the old man. As old-fashioned as he could be, he at least has some good taste. Noriko is currently brushing his hair as she insists on doing it herself. Cai Kang rarely gets to dress like this so he had some help from the twins when it comes to formal wear and hosting the Omiai itself.

I should definitely learn my way around this place by heart. I locate door 52B and open it. Entering, I watch Macy pulling at her boots while wearing what appears to be the maid's uniform. It's a far cry from what our estate's maids wore. For this outfit, black dress pants are all that are needed instead of a black skirt and a white petticoat. The silver Gahndor symbol is embroidered on the breast of a black blouse. She doesn't seem to care that her laces are loosened when she sees me because she gets up and runs over.

But then again, it was not surprising if the slave's destination was the king's bed. Three maids attended to her. One of them, the oldest named Baski, was the one in charge. They loosened her hair and combed out the tangles, leaving it in a long, curly mess. The clothes they had her put on made Danika cringe. It was barely any clothing; she might as well be naked. A red leather skirt that barely left her hips and red leather top that only covered her nipples, stopping just above her belly is all she wore.